The windmills are still running in the distance, seemingly near full power.

I drank a 45 year old Highland Park last night with another Stammkunden, as we celebrated the win.  We'd begun with a 25 year old sherry Highland Park, and a 27 yr old private bottling of Caol Ila.  Thankfully, that was it, as Anya was waiting for me at home.

In Wales is preparing for her birthday photo show, probably much more focused than i am able to muster.

The only presidential candidate that i've personally met is going to be Commerce Secretary, though i'm not sure that the word commerce should be used in describing our likely future.

After watching a replay of Udo Lindenburg's Comeback Concert, Annie und ich watched the documentary film from the couple who rent me their apartment for the next four months.  The film should be dear to ET hearts, documenting Shamanic medicine in the Peruvian Amazon region.  Ayahuasca is growing in my new home...

...even though there's now 6cm of snow and rising here at the old homestead.

Unofficial reports from xxxxxx confirm that the new Siemens direct drive turbine is performing like an old Barishnikov show.  Look out, bankers, the game is changing.

Normally i have apples stashed on a no-freeze porch this time of year, but we didn't get that well-organized to date, and i'm afraid the transport economy will tank, what with nothing to transport.  Thankfully, this region produces shitloads of apples.

Seven of Nine amurkans have forgotten that Clinton's former SecTreas has been a Board member and advisor to Citi in the key times until the present.

I would very much like Bush and Cheney to resign tomorrow to ensure their place in history and give the radical Muslim a chance to do what needs to be done, but it won't happen.  Besides, the Muslim-elect has Clinton's former SecTreas on his insider advisory Dingsboom, which doesn't bode well for visionary progressive economics.

I'm late for dinner.

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." - Anaïs Nin